— You're not a stalker or anything, right?
— I'm not a stalker. You're the one that talked to me. Remember?
— That is the oldest trick in the stalker book.
— Really? There's a stalker book? Okay. I gotta read that one.
— I don't want any more trouble like you had last year in the Fillmore district. Understand? That's my policy.
— Yeah, well, when an adult male is chasing a female... with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard. That's my policy.
— Intent? How did you establish that?
— A naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on... I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross.
— I think he's got a point.